The path wound through the hills, sunlight filtering through the rocky cliffs, while the arid, chalky ground stretched beneath their feet. Altair walked with apparent ease, an air of confidence that made it seem as though every step came from a mind unburdened by worry. The innate calm on his face spoke of someone who had come to terms with his nature and feared nothing. "Elyndor might have prettier places, no doubt," Altair said, his tone relaxed yet tinged with subtle irony.
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